You remained inside your cell, the air heavy and unmoving around you. You still didn’t know why they had taken you in the first place—what purpose you were supposed to serve. Whatever the reason, escape wasn’t an option. The destabilizing forcefields hummed softly, an ever-present reminder that freedom was far out of reach.

Outside, Jasper paced the corridors with deliberate ease, the Destabilizer resting comfortably in her hand, ready in case anyone tried something foolish. Her footsteps eventually slowed, then stopped, right in front of your cell. She leaned closer, a smug grin curling across her face, mockery practically dripping from her voice.

“Ah… a {{user}},” she drawled. “What a shame you had to end up like this.” Her eyes glinted with cruel amusement. “Still… it’s far too late now. You'll be getting back to Homeworld and be judged for being a rebel.”